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The first to speak was the Empress. "Lord Zhao, look carefully …"

"To return to the empress, that is indeed not the case. To be honest, I wonder if the emperor still remembers that when this old subject sent the porcelain away, it was ten years ago. Although it was a little long, the emperor had indeed seen the porcelain once. Even though the Imperial Noble Lady Ya is extremely beautiful, if she was this old man's daughter, this old man would naturally be someone blessed. But no. This old man naturally knows the appearance of my porcelain body. "

"But I've met that Zhao Ci before, and she can be considered to be fated with me. I also don't believe that she's our Imperial Noble Lady Ya."

It was as if that Imperial Noble Consort had just woken up from her stupor. She couldn't help but be excited and couldn't suppress the anger that suddenly rose in her heart any longer. She pretended to be gentle and virtuous and stood in front of Prime Minister Zhao.

"Why not? Father, you abandoned your mother because of that woman, did you not remember? " She once again snatched the portrait over and held it in front of Prime Minister Zhao, as if she wanted him to look at it more clearly. But that Prime Minister Zhao didn't want to see it.

"Look, look, look, dad, you have kept this painting by your side for many years, you are in love with that woman." How could he forget her appearance? Have you forgotten? " She once again went berserk as if she was unwilling, and this time, she grabbed Zhuang Li who was kneeling on the ground.

Zhuang Li was suddenly grabbed, her head was still in pain, but she had been kneeling for too long, and her knees were numb on the ground. It was obvious that she was focusing on the pain when she suddenly stood up. Hanqin dragged her hair in front of Prime Minister Zhao.

How could Wang Su watch any longer? He quickly rushed to her side and snatched his away.

"Men, take Imperial Noble Consort away." Wang Su shouted. The imperial guards did not dare to step forward with regards to matters of the imperial harem. Only a few eunuchs came up, but Hanqin was still in a rage, and did not allow anyone to approach her.

Hanqin did not give up, and directly pulled Prime Minister Zhao in front of him. With one hand holding the portrait, and the other pointing at Zhuang Li, he said.

"Look, look. The woman you love …" But this woman, can actually look exactly like Du Yueyao … "

As she spoke, tears flowed from the corners of her eyes. No one could guess what her feelings were. Earlier on, she was still crying in front of the empress saying that Zhuang Li was her younger sister. Although she had made a mistake, she was still her younger sister. And the more she thought about it, the more afraid she became that Zhuang Li had not committed any crimes …

In the end, he was still too young. After making so many preparations and doing all the calculations, he was afraid that the opportunity to be useful would slip away once again …

This caused everyone to become suspicious, so the empress had no choice but to conduct a proper interrogation before trapping Zhuang Li in the palace in advance to find a reason to make her commit the empress's taboo.

As a result, he specially found poisonous herbs that could make people lose consciousness, allowing the young eunuch to temper it with silver needles and pierce it into Zhuang Li's body. He didn't even have a chance to quibble …

She spoke almost crazily, revealing all her doubts.

"I have specially sent people to Gansu to check, but Zhao Ci did not return, and never did. She's not in Gansu. She's in the capital, right in front of you. Father … Why don't you understand? "

Partly because the evidence was in front of him. How could the Prime Minister Zhao not see it? On the other hand, he was his father's most beloved daughter. As the Imperial Noble Consort of the palace, he maintained the relationship between the Zhao Family and the Imperial Family. No matter which aspect it was said, Prime Minister Zhao should wholeheartedly help him. But why would he leave behind his own intentions?

Prime Minister Zhao still had a blank look on his face. He looked like a completely different person compared to the usual blabbermouth him. Perhaps it was because the one fighting with him was not his enemy in the government, but his daughter. Moreover, it was the Imperial Noble Consort Hanqin. She was the emperor's woman, and her status and identity were much higher than his own family.

It was not his young, well-behaved daughter who was calling him daddy and making a ruckus.

Towards the emperor's woman, regardless of who they were or what status they had, they had to be respectful. Furthermore, the Emperor and the empress were present …

He paused for a moment before speaking slowly. His tone was extremely calm, as if he was using the confidence that he had accumulated throughout most of his career to explain this matter.

"The woman in the painting is indeed extremely beautiful and is similar to the Imperial Noble Lady Ya in appearance, but she has nothing to do with this old subject …

"Everyone loves beauty …"

He spoke extremely slowly and methodically, and his eyes returned to the calm and tranquil state of a wily old fox. For a moment, no one was able to respond …

"I'm afraid Imperial Noble Consort has misunderstood. Furthermore, even if the emperor's Imperial Noble Lady Ya looked similar to the woman in the portrait, it would not be enough to prove that the Imperial Noble Lady Ya is the daughter of the woman in the portrait … "

For a moment, complete silence filled the air. Imperial Noble Consort Hanqin seemed to have been frightened into a daze, and did not know what to say. She looked at Prime Minister Zhao, almost in despair …

Father actually didn't admit that he had married Du Yueyao before? What kind of logic was this!

The woman he had doted on all those years ago was now admitting that he had married her?

She had never expected things to turn out this way …

She set up the stage and sent the actor to the stage. But the only thing she didn't expect was that the actors she invited didn't want to sing the play at all...

However, Hanqin also didn't have any evidence to prove that the Prime Minister Zhao did indeed marry Du Yueyao. Twenty years had passed. Back then, when Du Yueyao did not talk about appearances, she did not entertain any guests, and did not even dress herself completely.

She quietly married in. Although she had been popular in the capital for a while, she seemed to have suddenly calmed down and became the Sixth Madam in the small courtyard of Zhao Mansion …

However, Prime Minister Zhao was unwilling to admit that the one he was facing was his father, so she still had some sense of reason. He knew that his father, who had assaulted him in front of the emperor's wife, had a few subordinates surrounding him. If his life in the Prime Minister Zhao wasn't good, then it might not be good for her in the imperial harem as well.

The women of the imperial harem, aside from their beauty, naturally also included their family behind them. This determined his status and rank in the imperial harem. Although her family was far inferior to the empress, they were still a far cry from other women. That was why she was in such a situation with the two empress s in the imperial harem.

Was she wrong? But what was wrong with it? Hanqin almost collapsed as she slowly slid to the ground, supported by the Prime Minister Zhao.

"Imperial Noble Consort's body is not well, and she needs to rest well everyday. Your mother is also extremely worried about you, so don't make her worry. "

Hanqin looked at Prime Minister Zhao, and didn't know what to say for a moment. Ever since she had entered the palace, it had been extremely rare for her to see his father and mother, and even if they met each other, it was still the etiquette of a monarch. After all these years, the number of times she had seen it could be counted on one hand.

Prime Minister Zhao only lowered his head, no one knew what he was thinking. He was old, and the wrinkles on his face increased.

He seemed to be sighing and didn't know what to say.

Hanqin couldn't understand, the Prime Minister Zhao had always doted on him the most. Many times, that kind of love surpassed Big Brother's Second Brother … He also far surpassed her eldest sister Zhao Min. As for Zhao Ci, he obviously disliked him. It was to the point that he didn't care if she lived or died.

Although she had never received the emperor's love, she was still a Imperial Noble Consort of the palace, and was just below the empress. It was even a bridge that allowed Zhao Family to be related to the royal family. It could even be said that she was the protective umbrella for the Zhao Family in the palace. Because of her, the reverence the people on the imperial court had for the Prime Minister Zhao s grew even more.

After all, there was a woman who was on the side of the emperor's pillow. If the prime minister were to offend her, she would have to worry about her daughter blowing on the side of the emperor …

As for him, he was naturally doing his best to help his father …

But this time, her father didn't help her?

She closed her eyes as if she couldn't bear the situation before her. The hand under Prime Minister Zhao's sleeve pinched her wrist tightly. The meaning behind his words was obvious. He wanted her to stop messing around, as the Emperor was still here and had already lost a lot of composure. If he continued to let it go, it was likely that he would be the one to ignite the flames of war if he failed …

It was the empress who broke the silence. She smiled as if she had forgotten the events of the night.

"Then, it seems that I have truly misunderstood …" Fortunately, the Prime Minister Zhao was here and the misunderstanding was resolved. If something like this happened in the harem, it would naturally be my responsibility. Let's stop at this point regarding Imperial Noble Lady Ya … Imperial Noble Consort Hanqin, perhaps it's because I was a little under the control of the imperial harem in recent days and asked you to behave in a safe manner, to actually suspect a Imperial Noble Lady that had nothing to do with you. On the account that you are a Imperial Noble Consort, you have been locked up and meditated in the palace. You have copied down the scriptures of the buddhist gods ten times.

Hanqin did not say anything this time. The situation had developed far beyond her expectations, and her goal was obvious from the stimulation. She wanted to get rid of Zhuang Li.

It was just that his status was currently in the Imperial Noble Consort and he had the Prime Minister's father supporting him within the palace. Otherwise, the Queen would continue to investigate her. She just kept her head down. If the empress had anything else to say, she could just agree.

The Queen turned to see Zhuang Li, who was still being supported by the Emperor. Of course, she felt like she was being nailed in the eye, but what could she say now?

Finally, Zhuang Li, who had struggled for the better part of the night, was able to have a good night's sleep in this palace. The first person she saw when she opened her eyes was Wang Su.

He thought it was an illusion, but then he felt his hand tighten on the outside of the blanket.

It really was Wang Su. She then gave him a smile.

Wang Su seemed to have lost some weight, and looked a little tired. Or perhaps it was only because he felt that it had been too long since he last saw him, but the person in front of him seemed to have become a little unfamiliar.

In the period of time she didn't see Wang Su after she returned, she actually thought of many possibilities. Perhaps it was Wang Su's doing, he didn't want to see her, and he didn't like her either. The time she had spent with him every day had become unreal, but now that she had seen it, she still felt unreal.

There seemed to be a lack of connection between them, which Zhuang Li was unable to explain. When she thought hard, she felt a dull pain in her head.